~SKIPPING 3 MONTHS IN TIME
PERIOD ~
Cameron P.O.S.
I've been staying home a lot now and my mom's been real clean. I've been watching her and helping her so I guess you could say were building our relationship back. I ain't forgive her though; I never will. I can't forget it either so I'm just trying to stop holding a grudge against her and also myself.
I was currently cooking dinner. Chopping up my vegables for my chillie I forgot my sauce and my mom got it from the store."Dang where she put it?" I asked myself looking around the kitchen. I saw a bag on the counter by the microwave and assumed that was it. When I opened the bag up, my blood instantly began to boil."Ma! Come here!"She came running in the kitchen with a concerned look on her face. I lifted the brown paper bag I had in my hand putting it in her face."What is this?! You been clean for three whole months ma are you kidding me?!!" I threw the bag down in frustration as she held this appalled look on her face.
"Maybe your mistakes because I'm still clean! I haven't had anything I swear!"
"You think I put this there? not since the last time you stole the ones there I learned how to hide my stuff better so try again."
"Cameron I swear to you they're not mine I'm clean."
"They're mines." We both looked over at her ugly ass "boyfriend" who was standing by the door watching us.
"Why would you bring this here?"
"I thought your mother would want some."
"Nigga No! my mom's is clean how many times we gon go through this Josh?!"
"Why you care so much now lil nigga?" He asked with a smirk on his face.Is this nigga trying me? I sure hope not. I stepped closer to him as he tried to stand his guard and look tough. Josh is a tall cocky ass nigga but I don't care. He could be a 500 hundred pound sumo wrestler I'm a still step up to him like the man I am cause I don't tolerate disrespect.
"This my momma. I take care of her not you! You ain't Nothing so I advice you to get that shit and leave before this becomes a problem." I walked back towards the counter to finish chopping so I could calm down. My grip on the knife tightened as I felt him walk closer to me.
"If I don't?!" He spoke kicking the bag towards me making it hit my Ferarri 14's. I looked down at my shoes and next thing you know it's blood on them. I stabbed Josh dead in the belly button. As he dropped to the ground the blood dripped from the knife to the floor and some squirted on my shoes when I pulled the knife cause I did it so fast which was making me even more mad. My mom sat there and witnessed everything; the argument, the stabbing, and now me cleaning the knife casually as he yelled out in pain on the floor.
"I'm a kill yo ass lil bitch ass nigga! you need to get yo crazy ass son!" He yelled out to us with more bull coming out his mouth. This nigga is really irritating me so, being the good person I am I helped his ass up. Of course with out putting my hands on him though, I just pulled out the 40 from my hip.
Pointing it straight in his face he looked up and closed his mouth real quick. I smirked as he looked from me to the gun a couple times.
"Getcho ass up and get out like I said man..." He quickly raised off the ground holding on to his bleeding stomach leaning over. He looked over at my mom for support or something but she didn't care about him. She only used him for drugs and sex like the rest of em so he really wouldn't be missed. After my dad died I think my mom forgot the meaning of love.He walked out without saying another word. I put my gun back and continued to wash the knife off so I could finish cooking.
